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THE HUNCH-BANK OF NOTRE DAME
THE HUNCH-BACK OF NOTRE DAME
All the people have one they love.
Why am l deprived and lonely?
They look at a girl and she smiles.
When l look, she has the giggles.
Are they sons of queens and nobles,
and l am the son of servants?
Even servants have their lovers,
or l would not be on the earth.
Lord, l heard that poor Lazarus
had his sorrows at that plush gate.
Have l got mine where no sweet girl
gives me greetings but for kindness?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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All the people have one they love.
Why am l deprived and lonely?
They look at a girl and she smiles.
When l look, she has the giggles.
Are they sons of queens and nobles,
and l am the son of servants?
Even servants have their lovers,
or l would not be on the earth.
Lord, l heard that poor Lazarus
had his sorrows at that plush gate.
Have l got mine where no sweet girl
gives me greetings but for kindness?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
____________________________________
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